sing loud the counted days.
the erect arm; the point of stars;
to the word; one sage of world,
turning tides, empty as the air;
with light we come to turn,
from matter into mass;
where weaves; so shall we spin,
pale as skin; paler than the cross.
breathless men in glass-house womb
more wounded than the sky;
where flies the sun
no hidden mass dare follow;
the stars have eyes!
eyes greater than the life it shields;
this life;
where day's once gone
comes day's of second chance;
the erect arm; the point of stars;
sing loud these counted days;
the mountains on the moon cannot be felled,
nor grow it's branches earth and back,
through the twisting tail of fate;
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Author:
Melvin James (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: October 22nd, 2021 08:24
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- Category: Sociopolitical
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Comments3
Got a feeling the end of this year is going to be the real testing time.
i try to keep positive Paul...
but i do wonder.
Great writing dear poet…keep sharing..stage set beautifully….
very kind comment...
thank you very much;
'breathless men in glass-house womb
more wounded than the sky;
where flies the sun
no hidden mass dare follow;
the stars have eyes!
eyes greater than the life it shields;
this life;
where day's once gone
comes day's of second chance;'..
Amen!
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